The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 222 Moriarty's Daily Conversations (Please Subscribe)

On an August morning, the sunlight was slightly cool and the breeze was gentle.

Moriarty walked along the cobblestone path of Diagon Alley, facing the sunlight, and tightened his silver-white wizard robe.

Having spent spring and summer in Hyprose and adapted to the Pacific climate, he became particularly sensitive to cold after returning home.

At this time of day, there were few people in Diagon Alley. The shops on both sides of the street were decorated with the British flag, and the windows were adorned with photos and ornaments of flying brooms and the Golden Snitch, creating a lively atmosphere.

A man in a black cloak staggered from the other end of the alley. Moriarty saw the man, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he strode toward him.

As the distance between them closed, Moriarty saw the man's face.

His skin was frighteningly pale, and his eyes were terribly red and swollen. The man kept rubbing his eyes with his hands, as if there was something in them that he was determined to rub out. He yawned every two steps on average.

Moriarty approached the man and said casually, "Would you like a glass of blood juice, sir?"

"Great!" The man exclaimed as if he had heard heavenly music, and suddenly became full of energy.

He removed his hands from his face, stood still, and said eagerly, "Quick, give them to me!"

But when he saw that the person who came was Moriarty, his expression changed drastically.

"Ah—it's you? Haha, great! I've finally found you, Moriarty Slytherin!"

The man tilted his head back and let out a joyful cry, then clutched his head and muttered, "Oh no! That's not right! If it's you, you wouldn't give me blood juice! Oh—no!!!"

Moriarty watched the man cry and laugh, his face a picture of inner turmoil. He burst into laughter: "Isaac Judea, you are truly a rare vampire!"

Let me guess, has your beloved accepted you?

But she set conditions: you must change your vampire habits, live according to human schedules, and respect human food culture…

"How did you know?" Isaac looked up in surprise. "You're absolutely right. She even told me to stop drinking blood! Ah—I'm going crazy!"

"Ha," Moriarty scoffed, "So what? You obediently listened?"

He circled Isaac several times, looking the sickly vampire up and down.

"Look at what you've been doing lately?"

Early to bed and early to rise, eating wizard food, drinking wizard butterbeer, and strolling through Diagon Alley!

That's wonderful, huh?

Why aren't you sleeping soundly in your coffin in the early morning? Why are you out wandering around instead?

You were incredibly sleepy, but you still went out—don't tell me that was your intention; you clearly agreed to her request!

Finally, Moriarty concluded, "So, you're trying to change the vampires' habits."

"Yes, yes, I agreed to her request—how could I refuse? She is the love of my life!"

Isaac spoke incredibly fast, his eyes widening with excitement: "For her, I'm willing to change my vampire habits!"

"If it were possible, would you like to become a human?" Moriarty asked tentatively.

Unexpectedly, Isaac exclaimed, "Yes! Absolutely! I want to become an ordinary human being and spend my life with her."

"Truly a source of pride for the family." Moriarty gave a thumbs up, feeling sorry for the old Jew for having such a grandson for a second.

"Alright, tell me your purpose! If it weren't for the fact that the Slytherin name still has some effect, wouldn't you have already broken into my castle?" Moriarty pulled Isaac to a secluded spot.

"What do you mean by 'still needing some money'?" Isaac said indignantly. "I politely asked the wizards for the address of Slytherin Castle, and they stared at me like I was an idiot!"

Moriarty shook his head and smiled; Isaac had provided all the laughs for him that morning.

However, Isaac quickly calmed down, leaned close to Moriarty, and whispered, "Moriarty, I was sent by my grandfather."

Isaac glanced around cautiously a few times to make sure no one was passing by before continuing, "Grandfather told me to tell you that the vampire leadership has devised a plan targeting you..."

"The higher-ups of the vampires dare to provoke me?" Moriarty's eyes narrowed, revealing a chilling murderous intent.

"The destruction of Quinlan, the death of a vampire grand duke, and the headless vampire ancestor's inability to be resurrected—aren't these enough to make the foolish and arrogant coffin ghost realize the gap between them and me!"

A layer of frost rose in the air, and the temperature plummeted. But even colder than the air was Moriarty's voice.

"Isaac, I think the vampire race is beyond redemption. Let them disappear, or perhaps let them rest in peace underground forever."

"No, no, no..." Isaac swallowed hard. "Not all vampires are bad, you know that. I'm just here to give you a heads-up."

Grandfather said that although he didn't know the specifics of the plan, he was certain that the vampires would be making a big move soon! You must be very careful…”

Moriarty let out a disdainful sneer, and the frost in the air instantly rose up, forming an invisible ice net.

"Being cautious isn't my style," Moriarty said, walking away without looking back, his tone leaving no room for argument. "After the World Cup, I will re-enter France, and you will take your grandfather and loved ones abroad—I've forgiven the Jewish family because of your role in delivering the message across borders."

Isaac quickly ran up to Moriarty: "Listen to me—Grandfather said that the high-ranking vampires this time are very powerful, and even the Grand Duke of the Vampires is just a follower in front of him!"

"There's an extremely high probability that it's... a vampire prince!"

"A prince? A prince is a different story, of course. But to me, they're all the same." Moriarty showed no fear and continued walking forward; he was almost out of Diagon Alley.

This time, Isaac didn't follow. He shook his head and shouted at Moriarty's retreating figure, "Fine, you've convinced me! Who told you to be stronger than me!"

Good luck, I'll make you see the day I become human again!

Moriarty was quite pleased with what he heard up to the beginning, but the last sentence made him regret ever knowing Isaac.

Isaac, a vampire viscount driven mad by love who wants to become human!

love...

How amazing.

Gee tut.

As Moriarty sighed, he Apparated to Hogsmeade. He strolled around the village and saw that the Magic Revival Props Shop was open. He thought of Madame Malfoy's voluptuous and hot figure and her dazzlingly white skin.

Perhaps we could pay a visit and ask Mrs. Malfoy about her invitation to the Everlasting Shining fan club to watch the finals.

However, before that, Moriarty had something even more important to do: make up for his second-year final exams at Hogwarts.

Moriarty took out the Marauder's Map, chose a secret passage to enter Hogwarts, bypassed Filch, and with Parr's help, walked openly into the Headmaster's office.

Dumbledore happened to be sitting behind his desk when he saw Moriarty walk in. He raised an eyebrow and reached out to adjust his glasses.

"Oh? Moriarty."

Do you also love brownie cookies?

Otherwise, I can't imagine how you got into my office.

Moriarty learns from Paro that the password for the principal's office is "brownie soft cookies".

He thought to himself that Old Deng probably didn't know that the stone beast guarding the principal's office was a traitor, which was a good trick.

"Mention food."

Moriarty transformed into a red chair with armrests and a soft backrest opposite Dumbledore and sat down.

"Hyperion's cooking is good. Next year I'll teach my house-elves how to make some North American dishes."

"Good idea," Dumbledore nodded slightly, then casually asked, "How many desserts?"

"Unfortunately, there aren't many."

Moriarty said this, but he had no regrets in his heart; it's not good for the elderly to eat too many sweets.

But Old Deng...

Having suffered most of my life, it seems like eating a little dessert isn't so bad.

Moriarty took a piece of white paper from his robe, on which a pattern was drawn. He slowly placed it on the table and pushed it toward Dumbledore.

"What is this?" Dumbledore glanced at the drawing on the paper, a glint of shrewdness in his eyes. "Where did you get this?!"

"From an autographed photo of a Polish player," Moriarty said casually, "the symbol of the Deathly Hallows, and you know who's behind that symbol."

"impossible."

With unprecedented conviction, Dumbledore declared, "I say it's impossible!"

He slammed the blank sheet of paper on the table. "There must be something fishy going on here. He disbanded the Saints 45 years ago!"

"I didn't say he would be detrimental to me." Moriarty smiled slightly. "It's just that the fact that the Saints have infiltrated the Polish team is strange, and I personally feel it's unusual."

Dumbledore's expression softened, and he murmured, "It is unusual."

"Good to know." Moriarty remained noncommittal. He stood up, made his chair disappear, and said, "I should go to Professor McGonagall to finish my makeup exam. Goodbye."

"Ah~ it's too early to say goodbye now."

Dumbledore suddenly laughed, a mischievous glint in his deep blue eyes behind his glasses.

"Mrs. Malfoy has generously invited all the professors of Hogwarts to attend the final match at Hyprose. I think we'll see each other again soon."

(End of this chapter)